Feelings Foul

My conscience carries cancerous care.
A horribly heavy load my heart does bear.
My soul sinks into a septic pit—
I founder and fall into a fell fit.
O my soul why dost thou sink?
Why founderest thou and forgettest to think?
O bring to mind the Myst’ry that gave thee breath;
The delightful deluge that delivered thee from death!
In wondrous waters thou wast made well;
In a bath of Christ’s blood thou wast delivered from hell!
Remember O soul and recall the redemption:
How the Saviour suffered and won thee salvation!
No feelings foul shall free thee from His fingers.
Thou art His though the old man lingers.